Cold.
Darkness.
Confusion.
She awakens
Underground.
She reaches.
Touches the lid
Of her coffin.
She is…
Alive?
Thirst. Such terrible thirst.
She claws her way
To freedom.
She must quench her thirst!
She roams her village.
Searching….
Hunting…
There!
Her prey, wandering so late at night…
She smells his blood.
It will tame her burning thirst.
Her prey…
He was always kind to her
When she was human.
He is her friend.
No.
That terrible thirst
Tells her otherwise.
He is prey.
The sun…
How she had loved it.
Now she fears it.
Despises it.
She returns to her coffin.
Her thirst quenched
For now.
She sleeps.
Voices raised in fear.
Someone is… digging?
The coffin's lid
Is abruptly removed.
The sun burns her.
She screams.
A shadow over her.
Harsh words.
A wooden stake
Poised above her heart.
A woman is crying.
Her…
Mother?
Above her…
Her father.
Her kind, loving father.
His face twisted
With sorrow and pain.
Fear.
He is crying.
The stake strikes.